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Avonis, Athens, Omnius, and/or Qartez what do you have planned for Quads day?

"✒ That's... something I have not heard before. It sounds like a holiday."

"I D0n't Have A Quad, Which Is A-0kay. While The T0ken 0f Appreciati0n Is Nice F0r S0me I'm Sure, I've Never Been Much F0r The Capitalizing 0f Tr0ll Em0ti0n F0r Material Gain. Anyway, I'll Be Teaching My Lectures And Then G0ing H0me F0r A Nice Bath. I D0 Have S0me0ne T0 Treat After All: Myself."

Omnius is currently hanging out with Kilyia while Kulsot is busy. He does intend to make Kulsot feel very special later, though. He also sent a gift basket to Erik because the mun doesn't know if Erik is currently on planet or not.

"Why's it matter to you?"

Qortez is making all of his quadrants fancy versions of their favorite foods, and maybe a small gift for each too. Candles for Driolu. A cat plush for Zealjn. A constellation-based tarot deck for Sibbyl but all the aces have a crappy drawing of Qortez as some sort of god. And for Adrian? A neatly wrapped box that, once opened, triggers a spring that throws pie in Adrian's face.

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zealjn!!! 7’1, very faithful and friendly clown. thinks lowbloods are cute, but iffy on fish and does not like doctors/scientists, might react violently depending. judgebacks welcomed, continuing threads are find with me, multiple reblogs are good too, just one oc per <3

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> Teagan winced as well, twisting the knife away from Zeal’s throat, though without getting rid of the knife itself. He whispers, not sure how loud it would actually come out.

“haTe me now? <3<”

> The sounds linger for a few seconds, then dissolve, leaving the space too quiet. Jaafaa groaned, sticking a finger in his ear.

“Coullllldn’t focu5 that outbur5t? Fuck Zealllll, if I go deaf I’m 5having your hair off in your 5llllleep.” 

> Zealjn laughs and grabs his locks, hiding his face with them before peaking back at Teagan. He reaches for the blueblood, tugging him closer by his scarf so he can kiss his ear.

“I think it’s fun if you hate me more than I hate you anyway. That way you’re desperate. Heheh.”

Teags Sounds like a cumdump’s name - obviously from jaafaa and Zealjn

"wanT To run ThaT by me again? especially you zealJn, buT you can boTh suck my bulJe firsT."

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hmm! im gonna be self indulgent with sibbyl! :)

Usually he was a one at a time kind of troll, but Sibbyl didn’t argue when Jaafaa and Zealjn came by to his tent. At first it was just three trolls who got along over gambling, then it was Jaafaa untying his sash. Maybe he was at fault, for suggesting they tie him up- but why else would you wear a silk sash belt if you didn’t want it used against you? Sibbyl played coy at first, pretending he spilled something on his shirt when he slid it off- and Zealjn was a gentlemen, offering to take it. With his shirt gone, Jaafaa had his sash wrapped around his wrists, tied securely but with the careful hand of a juggler. 

Soon Sibbyl was sandwiched between two clowns. Zealjn behind him, his hands slipping under the waistband of his pants. His fingers stroked and curled around Sibbyl’s nook, warming him up with every gentle massage until he was just wet enough to slip his fingers in. While that was happening, Jaafaa had his tongue in Sibbyl’s mouth already, smearing facepaint between them that it was hard to say who had more of it on. But the ever impatient of the trio, Jaafaa had to pause just to shove his pants down enough for his already unsheathed bulge to curl out. He tugged Sibbyl’s bound hands close, feeding his bulge between his fingers before he went back to kissing him. 

Sibbyl let out a whine, turning to putty when Zealjn bit his neck. The rust tried to turn to kiss him, but didn’t get far as both clowns changed directions. Zealjn retracted his hands out and started to tug Sibbyl’s pants down while Jaa pulled his bulge out of Sibbyl’s grip. 

“Which hole do you want me?” Jaa asked, gripping Sibbyl’s chin. With drool and paint smeared over his mouth from their kiss, Sibbyl grinned at him and let his tongue hang out. Jaa nodded to Zeal, and the two of them sank to their knees and pushed Sibbyl between them.  He would blame how he shivered from how his body temperature ran hotter than purplebloods, but really standing on all fours completely naked with his nook getting prodded at was what made him whine. He didn’t get to think about it long, Jaa’s hand fisted his horn and tugged his head close to his bulge. Sibbyl let him guide his bulge in his mouth, pressing the tip to the roof of his mouth before it forced its way down his throat. He coughed, but he kept it cool up until Zeal took advantage of his position. His bulge slid into Sibbyl’s nook with no problem, not quite able to bottom out but damn if he wasn’t going to try. 

Zeal had his arms around his waist, holding tight enough to leave bruises while Sibbyl kept swallowing around Jaa’s bulge. He breathed through his nose, gulping air between every swallow. Slick and drool oozed from around his mouth, but being messy wasn’t a current problem. Not with praises his clowns cooed at him. 

Jaa came first, holding Sibbyl’s horns while he fucked his face. He tensed up, considering pulling away but Sibbyl tried to keep him close, knowing he would rather swallow then have his face and hair coated in cum. And for what it was worth, he only coughed a bit of cum up, spitting on the floor between them with a moan when he was next to go. With his mouth free, Zeal pulled him up, standing so he could bury his fingers in his nook next to the bulge inside him. Jaa took a second to catch his breath and still on his knees decided to return the favor by latching his mouth onto the tip of Sibbyl’s bulge. He didn’t last long before red mixed onto the floor with purple, and Zeal joined him, filling him up that he practically cried from the sensation. 

Spent out, and coated in slime, Sibbyl let Zeal manhandle the three of them so they laid on the floor in a sandwich. Sibbyl’s head on Jaa’s outreached arm while Zeal spooned Sibbyl and hooked his leg over enough that his foot touched Jaa. 

“Untie me,” Sibbyl requested with a low mumble, nuzzling Jaa. Zeal was the one who did it though with a sharp laugh. 

“Don’t want to stay our captive, Red?” 

“Not without your bulge still in me.”

“Next time,” 

“As if you’d last long enough,” Jaa countered, reaching out to touch Zeal’s shoulder.

“Says the guy who came first.”

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Ro in Zealjn’s pants 👕✍

he is doing his best to remain decent here;;;

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Yersin Dies

I been meaning to write this :) 

graphic depictions of death and violence 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HXu1MqP6To7M_sYzUaq4Pv7D_km6ViK3Hraebrgt86A/edit

something quick and short to jump start the next plotline for Yersin and company. i did not proofread it because rereading is for cowards. i stand by my typos and grammatical mistakes 

It’s one of those nice nights, where all the trolls are out on the streets, enjoying their afternoon, the moons are beautiful and full, casting green glow on everything. And Yersin has silently moved through the crowd with blood dripping from his gloves. No one notices- anytime they look at him, meet his eyes, they’re instantly hypnotized for seconds long enough for the mute to continue his path. It’s a bold move, to kill so publically, but Yersin believed his tracks were covered. No one cared what a rust did. He was so small and barely noticeable, even with the giant hat on. 

Only he was noticeable. 

Zealjn noticed those things. 

While everyone was having a good time, he was pacing, manic. His skin itched and burned and felt like fire under his claws as he scratched the botched surgical scars through his shirt, his neck, his wrists. His quickened breathing seemed to echo in his own ears, despite his powers not being activated. Such uneasiness should have called for him to find a partner, someone to sit with and talk to. But despite coming up to almost a sweep being in the Church- he still felt like a bother. Someone Jaafaa brought along, and not his own person. 

So these nights were the times he prawled outside, looking for something to take the edge off the dayterrors- and then he saw Yersin, carrying a scalpel, wearing a medical mask, gloved up, stalking after a midblood. He watched the signs, into the alley, red light of psionics pulling the olive to a dark corner. The skill in which he dissected a troll so openly! So absent of concern, a slice behind the knees, then to the throat, then he took out his bloodpumper like this was commonplace. Something you did like getting groceries.

It’s no wonder he slinked up behind, following as he observed the small troll. Size didn’t matter- he knew he was dangerous. And observing how every troll who looked down at him, who met his eyes seemed to look away in a daze for seconds before carrying on. 

Zealjn planned accordingly. 

Close enough he could activate his powers, all the sound Zealjn made disappeared. Despite how paranoid Yersin was, he couldn’t hear a thing coming as he led his unknown assailant towards his hive. They had to cross a bridge, where the water rushing was a perfect cover. 

Making the water sound like a thundering waterfall was easy. Child’s play with Zealjn’s sound manipulation. It was loud, booming in Yersin's ears- but he didn’t know how even the smallest unexpected noise could seize Yersin’s body. 

The lowblood reached up to clutch his ears, whimpering silently as the sounds of water crushed him. It wasn’t a moment Zealjn planned to waste to observe why the doctor seemed so shaken up. No no, he wouldn’t waste this. He retargeted the noise, so instead of water it turned into a high pitched siren. And Yersin dropped to his knees. 

It was like therapy, sneaking behind him, crouching as he sank his claws into his throat. Yersin tried to look back, to meet their eyes, but Zealjn slammed his head down against the bridge’s fence faster than he could recover from the noise. Then again Zealjn smashed the side of his head, and again. 

Zealjn laughed as red blood pooled from the troll’s ears, splattering his hands and feet and face. 

Yersin never stood a chance. He had always known he was small, had calculated how to fight targets bigger than him, but he always saw himself as the stalker, the predator who moved silently, snuck up on someone. As sound sensitive as he was, he always assumed he would hear someone. How could he fight with a troll who could literally control sound? It was a matter of time really, in his line of work. 

Yersin didn’t have a chance to put up a fight- and by the time the excitement worn off, Zealjn simply stared at the lifeless body. His weird spiral eyes stopped spinning and began to fill in entirely with black. He stood up, wiping the blood off his face along with his face paint onto his shoulder. Then he picked up Yersin’s body by his arm and threw him into the river. He weighed like 90 pounds, it was surprisingly easy- and it was satisfying. One less doctor that killed for fun, one less doctor that could have been the one who hurt him. 

He felt like he had just found chamomile to put on. The itch to violence was sated and he went back to the church like nothing happened. Laughed that day with his fellow clowns, texted Musrio for another pale date, and had a relatively good day. 

Zealjn had no clue how small their social circle really was. 

And when Yersin never came home, his twin knew something was wrong, and he also texted Musrio. 

-- “8o ~ iz yerzin with you... he iznt hive.... i dont feel.... right 8/

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zealjn is just there to ensure jingls doesnt kill jaafaa, not that it isnt 10000000000% deserved <:^)

🖌️ the other clowns?

Wow okay y'all need to take chill pills

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Teags at the circus crew is just looking smug. At Hydran, his face scrunches and he says "biTe me biTch >:T"

this took me forever

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Teagan: *Drop by the circus, keeping his psionics up to make himself less noticeable, find his way to Zeal's and Jaaf's area. Finds Zeal and tries to sneak up on him.*

Zealjn’s been awfully bored lately. Usually he’s used to Jaafaa including him in everything but with Sibbyl missing, then Sibbyl coming back, now being accused of murder, Jaafaa has been really distracted. Which is fair! But Zealjn doesn’t know what to do with himself, talk about accidentally codependent.

So he sat outside at a bench with a book that he was trying really hard to focus on. Even being unable to read the words from disinterest, Teagan still was able to slip up behind him. He tossed the book out from him when he finally noticed Teagan, letting out an echo-y power activated scream that sounded warped and distant and right up close at the same time.

“Hello? OH- oh it’s the cerulean.”

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i still dont have a good chibi style but just u wait when i do itll be over when i can draw good fast 

jaafaa and zealjn, two of the clowns in sibbyl’s circus. since i liked their designs from the other thing i posted on my other blog

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Zealjn is like a dog just point and go owo you have trauma and a murder side? Go fetch!

Ok done being upset about Yersin, now I want Zealjn to kill some more

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Zealjn’s done. 

Another clown with Sibbyl’s polycule. Zealjn Rhafid, juggler but when he isn’t a faithful worshipper in the church, he’s hunting down who he deems as truly evil, agents of angels- doctors. After being a test subject with his organs, bone marrow, and blood stolen, he made his escape and joined the circus. He’s the baby of his inner circle of clowns. He’s got a go getter attitude, and his voodoos controls sound in a 100 foot radius. he can make it silent or have sounds echo like in a cave. He’s a bleeding heart and a lot more kind to outsiders. He loves singing and explosives, chucking active bombs around for fun. He wears his surgical scars with pride, and hes a cave cricket :0 thats all for now. 

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the mods asleep drop sibbyl getting knocked around / slash the background for a starter lmao. kinda rushed not really proof read bc i dont proofread things <3 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/124cOgTicrxHRcI0k_M0dm2k7kAQuYzLAjkbigezs0Zk/edit?usp=sharing

domestic abuse tw strictly just fist fighting, nothing more graphic than that. 

There was a community space for the Church, used mostly by the performers for the Circus part during the weekends as a break room, but on off-show hours a few of the subjugs who lived on the Circus property would use it as a rec space. It was one of the few buildings with sturdy walls, and open space with game tables and couches. 

That day only four trolls were actually there. A surprisingly low amount of folk for such a coveted spot, but Zealjn and Sibbyl chatted away while playing a card game. The sun was out already and clear skies meant harsh light coming from the blinds, which is why Sibbyl assumed the hall was relatively empty. Zealjn never had a problem with the sun, and Sibbyl was a bit stir crazy. With neither of them actually having their own hive to retreat to, they both ended up in the rec hall more than once a week. 

The other two that were there were both technically matesprits, Seesaw and Warden. Although the one Sibbyl pointedly did not trust or like. Of course his smile would never indicate his hatred for Seesaw. Seesaw was known for being rough, a little more handsy with trolls. A little more violent with guests to the Circus. A lot more violent for the Church masses. He was hemoist, used his size to intimidate even the other subjugs, and didn’t like it when you disagreed with him. Sibbyl found him unpredictable, concerning. At first he had wanted to woo him, turn the dangerous clown into an ally, use him. But Sibbyl learned the hard way once when Seesaw first slapped him that he was bad news to ever be alone with. He had perfected the art of avoiding that isolated fate with Seesaw. Excusing himself first when the group had dwindled, or always going with another matesprit of their polycule to avoid him. Sibbyl wasn’t sure how the others felt about him, but he didn’t ever feel secure enough to mention his unease. 

Seesaw and Warden were watching TV off to the side, away from Zealjn and Sibbyl for a while, long enough that Sibbyl even relaxed despite knowing that Seesaw was in the room- until it was so late Seesaw’s booming voice echoed through the room.

“Get that fucking curtain closed, I swear I’m blistering up.” 

Sibbyl and Zealjn both turned their attention to the windows- the curtains were closed- the sun was just that bright. Which meant Sibbyl wasn’t going to safely be able to walk back to his tent, or Jaafaa’s hive. Which is where Zealjn usually slept. He supposed he could see if Warden would let him back hive with him and Jester, or sleep on the couch. But as he was planning his spot to retire, Warden appeared behind Zealjn, draping his arms around the bigger troll’s shoulders. 

“Hey Z, Sibbyl,” 

“Hiya War, can I help you?” 

Sibbyl only nodded an acknowledgement as he started collecting his cards and plucked the rest from Zealjn’s hands. 

“Yeah, you remember that thing Tuesday? Jesse’s got it done. He texted me just now.”

Zealjn’s face lit up, and Sibbyl cocked his head, curious for an explanation.

“Let’s go! See you later Sibbyl!” 

Sibbyl didn’t have time to stop them before Zealjn stood to his full towering height and Warden threaded their arms together. Zealjn pulled him to the door, only stopping long enough for Warden to grab an umbrella, then they were gone. 

Sibbyl sighed and stood up, planning to go couch surf. They left the TV on-- 

When he got close enough, he had forgotten Seesaw remained there until his hand snatched out and pulled Sibbyl down over the back of the couch. Sibbyl yelped, surprised as he was manhandled into a sitting position right next to the significantly larger troll. Sibbyl never felt small around the subjugs, but Seesaw might have actually made him eat his words on that. 

“Hello,” Sibbyl greeted, plastering a polite, overly sweet smile on his face. His skin crawled as Seesaw scoffed and reached up to cup his face. 

“How come this is the first time we’ve ever been alone together?” He asked, grinning at him. 

It wasn’t, Sibbyl wanted to point out, but he didn’t. Instead he blinked innocently, a sort of dumb thoughtless expression still on his face. “Guess there’s just so many of us it’s hard to make one on one time!” 

Seesaw studied his face, then reached up with his other hand and brushed Sibbyl’s bangs back. 

“I think you don’t like me, Rustie.” 

His brow furrowed, wondering where this was going. 

“In fact, I think you hate me.” 

“I don’t-”

Seesaw pushed his thumb into Sibbyl’s mouth, hooking it into his cheek while Sibbyl’s protest died in his throat. He kept still, eyeing the exit- was Zealjn and Warden going to come back? Sibbyl was no physical match for any of the subjugs. He was privy to their voodoos, but sheer brute strength was another battle. 

“You know if you wanted to swing this to something pitch, you just needed to ask.”

He laughed before he stood up, dragging Sibbyl up with him by the cheek. He stood nearly two feet taller and it hurt to be on his tiptoes just to ease the pain of his face being pulled on. Luckily for him, or not depending on perspective, Seesaw didn’t keep him like that for long. His fist slammed into the side of his ribcage and Sibbyl went stumbling back against the coffee table. 

It was a false hope to believe the cracking noise was the table. 

He didn’t stay prone long, Sibbyl scurried back into a standing position, his vision blurring from pain. At that moment he decided he’d rather risk sun burns than stay in the room, so he darted for the door, but wasn’t fast enough to beat Seesaw. He was dragged back by his sash. Sibbyl spun around, trying to undo the tie with shaky hands. It was a moot effort- Seesaw angled his fist up and connected with Sibbyl’s eye.

Sibbyl’s hands reached up to cup his face, hissing in pain through gritted teeth. He was too prideful to beg, to ask for mercy. But the dutiful and pretty matesprit act dropped quickly as they met eye to eye. 

“See, there’s the real you! The hate! I knew you had it in you!”

Sibbyl spit on his shoulder, surprised to realize it was blood, must have bit his tongue when he fell on the table. And while it earned him another hit to the jaw, it was worth it. He’d regret it later though. 

“Cmon Sibbyl, do the Messiahs tell you you can’t fight back? What’s the point of you pretending to be on equal footing with me if you won’t hit back? Or do you get you’re just a rabbit in the lion den?” 

He had nothing to say, still looking for the best way out to minimize the damage. He could tell his eye was already beginning to swell, and the stars spinning from two hits to the head weren’t the stars he wanted to see. 

Seesaw snapped his fingers and drew Sibbyl’s one momentarily functional eye toward him. 

“Don’t be boring, loverboy.” 

“Sorry- am I supposed to be perturbed by the grown troll that can’t tell the difference between his bulge and his fist? Since they’re always hand in hand,” the insult drips, seething while Sibbyl bared his bloody teeth. 

His assailant pauses, considering his words before laughing, “there we go, I knew there was hate in you,” he grabbed Sibbyl by the hair and this time Sibbyl pushed back with red psionic energy urging Seesaw away from him. The force pushed Sibbyl back too, and the two stumbled apart- this time in Sibbyl’s favor. 

He was closest to the door and he took that chance to book it. 

Sibbyl wasn’t a fighter, didn’t want to be, and despite his ribs protesting every move, he got outside. The sun was bright, and he could feel the heat on the exposed parts of his skin, like his hands and neck. He raised his arm to cover his face from the harsh rays and looked around. His tent was an option- but it was lonely- and he didn’t want Seesaw to follow. There was another subjug he could go to- but that was worse than just letting Seesaw hit him. There was his own hive. 

It was far, a two hour walk at least, but with the trees he could hide from the light for most of it. 

That was the path he booked it toward. 

He’d assess the damage there, anything to just get away from clowns for the day.

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a concept,,,, if u will 

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im still working on his sprites but 

jaafaa! hes a centipede troll with voodoos that make you hallucinate bugs crawling on you. hes the ticket booth guy at the circus- but hes kind of bad at his job because hes super shy around strangers. The secondhe’s around his friends though he turns into a huge asshole, lots of “hey you get the fuck out of my line!” then turns to the guest like “thats twelve dollars thank you” he is a talented juggler and very smart when it comes to math and a repairman. good at telling you if a stunt is even possible or not. he pointedly does not want to be on stage even though he is a great juggler. instead he sidelines it and hypes up his fellow clowns. huge believer in the messiahs, but thinks the best way HE could show worship is through inside jokes. hes cocky and arrogant and god nerfed him by making him shy. 

he was hatched with a mutation that gave him a LOT of extra legs, and a cavern worker tried to pluck all of them off, so he has grub scars along his sides. he escaped by slipping under some rocks and got adopted in a cave with a giant centipede lusus who found kinship with him. Surprisingly to his lusus, when he grew into wrigglerhood, he lost all the (remaining) extra grub legs.

Hey reblog this with the troll you've been dying to gush about! Show me them, tell me about them!

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Trolls who are resistant to magic who hang out with trolls who consistently try to see if they can breach that resistance, fun shit. Like Jaafaa and Zealjn and Teagan consistently try to mess with Sibbyl who is just ever so blissfully immune and mocks them for it for trying to find a weakness in him.